Date: Wed, 05 Sep 2001 20:05:09
From: lyle benton
Subject: Re: Berto's Roses- Part IX Beginnings
much reader response to Randy and Wade. Could it be time for me to move on?
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Berto's Roses
By Ben
Part IX
I took a long hot shower and, still wrapped in a towel, sat on the bed. I
turned on the weather channel to check for any problems on my continued
journey West. Seeing none, and having no interest in the local news, I
switched of the TV and got my things ready to make an early start. I was
bone weary from the drive and the activities of the last couple of days.
The next thing I knew the phone was ringing and I picked it up to hear,
"This is your five-thirty wake up call." Followed by a click. Although it
was a heavily accented male voice, it didn't sound at all like Wade's, so I
assumed he was not working the desk at this time of morning. I looked
around and realized I fell asleep before I turned off the light.
I got up and brushed my teeth, got dressed and finished my packing. I put
my things in the car and made my way through the quiet parking lot to the
office. The bell jingled as I opened it and walked in. A man just a few
years older than me smiled as I approached the desk. This was unmistakably
Wade's father or uncle. The resemblance was quite strong. "Checking out?"
he asked. I nodded and he asked if I enjoyed my stay. "Very much, thanks."
I replied. As he handed me my receipt, he said, "take this here over to the
diner, and you'll get a twenty five percent discount on your breakfast
order."
I thanked him again on my way out, unlocked and started up my car. I parked
in front of the diner and saw that there were few other patrons this early
in the morning. The smell of fresh coffee and bacon was intoxicating. A
woman came out of the kitchen, smiling but looking tired. She bore a strong
resemblance to Randy, so I assumed this was his mom. She handed me a
battered menu and asked if I'd like some coffee. I gladly accepted a
steaming cup and began to sip it as I scanned the card she had handed me.
I settled on two eggs-over easy, with grits, link sausage and toast. I
placed my order and looked around while I waited for my meal. This place
looked like it hadn't changed in over twenty years. I felt sure that not
much had changed in this little town for a long time. There had been a
significant change for two young men last night and I silently wished them
happiness. I saw no sign of the lovely and talented Marion. Apparently,
she didn't work the breakfast shift.
My breakfast arrived hot and very tasty. I practically inhaled it and a
second cup of coffee. I rose from my booth and walked toward the cash
register. I handed the lady a fifty-dollar bill along with my receipt from
the hotel. "Oh, you stayed at the hotel over yonder, last night? My son
works there." I smiled and said, "You must be very proud of him."
"Yessir I am. My boy is going to college to make something of himself and
he works real hard at it." She held out two twenties, a five and some
coins. I smiled and said, "You keep that and do something nice for you and
your son, okay?" She looked at me in disbelief. I'm sure she had never had
so generous a tip before. But I well knew how much it costs to put a kid
through school.
I walked out to my car, started up again and was soon back on the
interstate with nothing but a brief glance in my rear view mirror to bid
Minden, Louisiana good-bye.
I drove all day across Texas. I was amazed at the sheer size of it and was
exhausted and more than ready to get out of the car by the time I got to
the junction of I-20 and I-10. I grabbed a quick meal at Burger King, found
a reasonable motel room and settled in for the night. The next morning, I
made another early start and continued West along the Rio Grande to El
Paso. I got myself a truly magnificent meal and did the quick tour of the
Alamo (never know if you'll ever make it by this way again). I drove on
through New Mexico and into Arizona. My goal was to reach Tucson before I
stopped for the night, but by the time I reached Benson, I need gas, a
bathroom and some time outside of my car.
I splurged on the most "upscale" of the few hotels that I had to choose
from. They had a nice, quiet restaurant, big comfortable rooms, a very nice
swimming pool and a jacuzzi. I enjoyed another excellent meal and decided
to change into my swim trunks and grab a towel from my room. I don't really
like to swim alone so I to the jacuzzi for to soak for awhile and work out
some of the stiffness in my back caused by driving.
The nice thing about dark glasses is that I could check out all the eye
candy without getting caught. I looked around and saw two young Hispanic
guys, probably in their mid-twenties splashing and playing around in the
pool. Both were smooth with no hair on their bodies except for under their
arms and wet "treasure trails" beneath their navels. The taller one wore
black trunks that resembled soccer shorts, which wetly clung to his ass and
showed off a lovely bulge whenever he left the water in order to noisily
jump in again.
His muchacho wore a neon-yellow speedo that fit him like a glove and
contrasted beautifully with his darkly tanned skin. Both men wore their
hair neatly cut rather short, and were slender, but nicely muscled. As I
scanned the rest of the pool area, I noticed the usual middle aged and
older couples and a few younger children. It was easy to get my eyes full
of these two Latino hunks as they were clearly the loudest and most active
of the pool patrons. I could ogle to my hearts content as everyone that was
around there was doing the same.
As I watched, the taller guy started trying to find players for a water
volley ball game. He asked around and got a couple of the kids
interested. As he, and they, began putting up the net, Mr. speedo walked
over to where I was sitting I the jacuzzi. He flashed me a smile of
brilliant white teeth and asked me in heavily accented English, "Would you
like to play with me?"
I almost shit my shorts, but then realized that he wanted me to play on his
volley ball team. "Anything to near you, hot boy!" I thought. I stepped
out of the jacuzzi and joined him on one side of the net. His friend had
recruited a girl of about 12 and a boy of 9 or so. This comprised the
opposing team. We let them serve first and it proved to be our undoing.
The girl was a ringer. She was an excellent player and kept us running back
and forth in the water and crashing into one another. We came to find out
that she played volleyball on her middle school team. I also learned
everybody's name during the course of the game. The boy was Roger, the girl
was Crystal (but liked to be called Chris-I thought she should be called
terminator), the adult member of their team was Jose and my teammate was
Enrique, or Ricky.
They absolutely kicked our asses. Ricky and I tried our best. He was good,
as was Jose. Roger and I just plain sucked. Whenever we did manage to score
a point, Ricky enthusiastically hugged me and shouted into my ear, or
jumped up on my back waving his arms and yelling something in Spanish,
which I did not understand. All in all, it was a fun, though competitive
game and I made much body contact with my hot young teammate.
It was agreed that the losers had to buy the winners a soft drink. Since I
was undoubtedly the worst player on my team, I broke out my credit card and
we all sat down together at a glass topped table. Jose sat at one end and
Roger at the other Chris and I sat together on one side and Ricky took the
other. I noticed that by looking through the table top I was in direct line
of sight with Ricky's speedo covered crotch. I managed to keep up with the
light-hearted, boastful conversation, but snuck frequent peaks at the
package displayed before me. I tried to be subtle, but one time I looked up
after an especially long look and Ricky looked into my eyes. I had been
caught!
Chris had to go, and Ricky and Jose thought it would be a good idea to play
"chicken". Oh great! Jose grabbed Roger and headed for the deeper end of
the pool. Roger climbed up on his shoulders and Ricky and I jumped in. I
was the bigger and heavier of us two, so it was natural for me to have
Ricky mount me (nice choice of words, don't you think? Besides I really do
prefer to be a bottom!). I dipped down in the water and Ricky swung his
legs over my shoulders. I stood up, and this put his bulging crotch against
the back of my neck and his tight bubble butt directly between my
shoulders.
I reached up and grabbed onto Ricky's thighs, which were quite hairy for a
guy who had almost no body hair. Ricky locked his ankles behind my back,
which pulled him further forward forcing his cock and balls tighter against
me. Roger and Jose were ready and so the fight was on. Ricky was careful
and made Roger look good without letting on what he was doing. When Ricky
finally managed to unseat Roger, Jose grabbed his arm and tried to pull him
from my shoulders.
Ricky squeezed hard with his legs and I held on to him as best I
could. Jose managed to drag Ricky around in front of my face and Roger
jumped on my back and pushed me forward. Ricky and I submerge with my face
full of his bulging speedo. We surfaced seconds later. I had inhaled half
of the pool (would have preferred to inhale ALL of Ricky cock) and came up
sputtering and coughing. Ricky grabbed me and pretended to perform
mouth-to-mouth breathing on me. We actually made lip contact. Was he
teasing me because he caught me staring at his crotch?
He let me go and I stood up. Roger's Mom was laughing and told him it was
time to go. He was unhappy, but complied. He wanted to know if we would be
there tomorrow, but we all told him we would be leaving in the morning. I
had a semi-hard cock from my pseudo kiss with Ricky and all the touching,
grabbing and body contact I had had with him. I carefully checked around to
see if anybody was looking before I walked over to my towel. As I was
drying off I managed to adjust my cock to a position which wouldn't show my
building erection as much I still had to hold my towel in front of me.
Ricky saw this and had amused look in his eyes. He walked over to me and I
swear the front of his speedo was pulled down lower, exposing a few wispy
pubic hairs. I looked as though he had readjusted his package too. Although
he didn't had a hard on, his cock and balls seemed much more defined than
before. He thanked me for sharing in the fun and said we would "get them
next time". I laughed and was about to see if he was seriously interested
or just teasing the hell out of me, when Jose said, rather sharply, "It is
time for Ben to go, Ricky. He has long drive tomorrow and so do we. Good
luck to you Ben."
I was a little pissed at being dismissed by Jose that way, but I learned a
long time ago to choose my battles. This was neither the time nor place for
a scene. I told them both goodnight and walked through the gathering
darkness to the elevator and up to my room. I showered briefly and rinsed
out my trunks. I dried off and went out to the small balcony to hang my wet
trunks on the rail to dry overnight.
I heard two male voices raised slightly in anger. I couldn't understand
what they were saying and I realized that they were arguing in Spanish. The
hotel was built in a terraced fashion so that the upper floors receded the
width of the balcony with each floor. Between each room on any given floor
was a privacy wall so you could enjoy your balcony without your neighbor
seeing you. I was on the second floor and the voices were coming from below
and over a bit to my left.
I looked down in that direction and could see Jose and Ricky on their
balcony. There were tall shrubs small trees all around the outside of the
ground floor so they had a very private balcony. They were having a heated
discussion with lots of gestures and seemed genuinely pissed with each
other. Although I didn't understand what they were saying, Ricky seemed to
be on the defensive. Jose was unhappy with him for some reason.
They fussed at each other and the Ricky took his finger and placed it
against Jose's lips to quiet him. He spoke softly to Jose and he became
calmer. Ricky lowered his hand and placed it on Jose's hip. His other arm
he placed around Jose's neck and drew him in for a kiss. Jose resisted at
first, but then slowly gave in and wrapped his arms around Ricky. The kiss
became more passionate and, even from this distance I could see that they
were enjoying each other's tongues by the soft light that came from the
glass doors of their hotel room.
They held each other close and their kissing gained in intensity and
watching them was getting me excited. My cock began to swell and feel
heavier. I reached down and slowly jacked myself. It didn't take long for
me to become fully hard. I continued to watch the beautiful young lovers as
I pleasured myself with my hands.
Jose placed his hands in the back of Ricky's speedo and pulled it down and
off his perfect ass. Obviously, Ricky was a sun worshipper as his ass
seemed almost milky white in comparison to his tanned body and legs. The
Speedo fell to the floor of the balcony and Jose reached in front of
Ricky. Because Ricky had his back to me, I was not able to see his cock, or
exactly what Jose was doing to him. As they continued to kiss, they spun
slowly, almost like they were slow dancing. Jose slid to his knees and
this exposed Ricky's entire front to me.
He was exquisite. His body flared slightly from his narrow waist to his
hips. His tan line stood out starkly in the pale light. His cock was thick
and about eight inched long. I was trying to see if he was cut or not but
just then, Jose took him fully into his mouth, lovingly sucking him
in. Ricky ran his fingers through Jose's hair and rolled his head back-his
eyes closed. Jose cradled Ricky ass cheeks in the palms of his hand and
began a slow sensual in and out motion with his mouth on Rick's cock.
God, this was hot. I was giving my hard cock a full-fisted jacking at this
point. These guys were turning me on terribly. My breathing came more
rapidly and I reached up with my left hand and pinched my right nipple. A
slight sheen of sweat appeared on my body as I watched these Latinos
caliente in there love making. No porno movie could ever compete with a
live performance like this.
Ricky pulled Jose up and kissed him again. He then turned Jose toward the
railing. Jose put his hands on it, while Ricky kissed the back of his neck
and down his shoulders to his back. In one swift movement, Ricky grasped
the waistband of Jose's black shorts and snatched them down to his
ankles. Jose stepped out of them as Ricky fell to his knees and kissed
Jose's fine muscular ass. He kissed and licked and gently bit Jose across
both hairy ass cheeks and made his way to Jose's crack.
As Ricky dove his mouth down on Jose's asshole, I was jerking my meat at
full throttle. This was the best show I had seen in a long while. Ricky
stood up and slid his wet cock up and down Jose's slicked up ass crack. At
the same time he reached around and grabbed Jose's cock in one hand and his
nipple in the other and used his mouth all over Jose's neck and shoulders.
I couldn't take anymore. I came like a cannon. My spooge arched out and
down, hitting the empty balcony directly below me with wet splats. It was a
huge orgasm. I wasn't sure my balls would ever drop back into place.
I recovered enough to look down and saw That Ricky was standing with his
back to the rail and he and Jose were kissing passionately again. Ricky
broke the kiss and spoke softly to Jose who nodded and turned and went into
the room. As I watched, Ricky looked directly at me. "Buenos Noches, mi
amigo" he whispered loudly, Blew me a kiss and wiggled his hard cock at
me. I just stared as he picked up the wet shorts and speedo and stepped
into his room and out of my sight.
"That little son of a bitch!" I thought. He had known I was there watching
all along. It was just too funny, really. I laughed to myself as I turned
and went back in my room. I fell across the bed and remembered everything I
had just seen as I fell asleep.
To be continued...
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